Wednesday, July 08, 2009

THE MOON was but a chin of gold

I love this poem...

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Two: Nature


THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.

Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.


  1. how pretty - poem and pics!


  2. Anonymous2:06 PM

    Beautiful! Both the poem and the pictures!

  3. Every night the girls say, "Happy Birthday Moon!" And I would like to add, Happy Birthday Scout! Great shirts!

    Best (and thank you for your comment),

    Indiana Lori

  4. Beautiful photos! Are they yours? You should consider putting your watermark on your photos; at least when folks steal them, they'll know from whence they came! -smile
    Picasa allows watermarks and probably so do other photo programs.